On a warm summer night, close to a decade ago now, my girlfriend Devin and I went to a concert with her life-long best friend Brie. Little did I know that after the concert ended was when the real show would begin. (If this story seems familiar, it’s because I’ve posted it here before, but deleted it out of an irrational fear that Brie would see it. I’m now reposting it for posterity.)
I was 24 years old then, a young 6″ tattooed guy with waist length hair. Devin was 25, a curvy tattooed beauty with shoulder length blonde hair. She had small, perky boobs paired with a thick, voluptuous ass. We had been dating for three years at this point and shared an apartment together.
Devin’s eternal best friend Brie was a little older than us, about 27 at the time. She was small, only a hundred pounds, with long brown hair and a septum piercing. Everything about Brie was tiny, except for her breasts. Her tits were big, appearing to be a fourth of her body weight (I had seen them once before, when Brie casually changed tops in front of me). Our male friends were all in love with her, any one of them would kill to fuck her. Some of them she lead on with sadistic joy, flirting and making out, but rarely going all the way. I’ll never forget the satisfied joy twinkling in one of my buddy’s eyes when he declared to me that Brie had actually fucked him, riding him on a couch at the end of a party. But I digress.